Night cycling

For the longest time, N and CK were asking me if I wanted to go night cycling with them, and for the longest time, it never did materialise. It wasn't as if I played them out time and again, but its was just plain loads of talk and no action.

Well... a year after the idea of cycling together was mooted, it finally happened yesterday. N, CK R and I went out for a spin on our bikes. As I was supposed to meet CK at Hup Leong, I decided to take the road bike. My tires were deflated from months of neglect and I can take this opportunity to get the boss to help change my seat. I've got a snazzy new Biolink one, given to me by my Hunt on Wheels team mates.

I met CK first, and we rode towards East Coast Park, where the otehr two will show up. Uneventful ride, except I lost him once, and we made a wrong turn and ended up on Mounbatten instead of Fort Road. Riding along the bicycle path at the Park, I looked at all the activities generated around the barbeque pit and thought to myself, wow its been 10 years since I had one of those East Coast Park BBQ things. JC was the height of activities like these. BBQs and chalets every holiday with the whole class invited. It was fun, but these days I'd rather stay in the lab and have a makan/drinking session with some other postgrads. Maybe I'm getting old.

We met up and had dinner at the ECP food centre. Pretty decent food too! I think it'll be worth it to take the bike out and ride to this place for makan regularly, but alas, I have no one to con to be my partner in crime. R was late; his tires were flat too, and none of the bicycle shops near his place were open past 8 and the petrol kiosk air pump was broken. He didn't makan, and as we finished, we planned the route. As R and I were going back to the lab, and R had just come from Pasir Ris, We decided to hit town. Geylang actually. To eat tau huay. Really! And here's the proof!


Mr Pangolin Man, Limestone hill snail man and TMSI soon to be mangrove snake guy

Next stop was Mustafa centra at Little India, and I made a detour to Dunlop Street to check out some backpackers lodge for Celine, who will be visiting me in September. I had initially asked A if he had an extra room for rent at his place but it turned out the spare room is now a dusty store room. So to the backpacker's place she'll have to go then.

Next stop was Bencoolen Street where we had mutton murtabak and talked some more, before it was time to go on to the last stretch at Bukit Timah and split with everyone. I reckoned this was a slack ride, more like zendogs style since they were riding from makan point to makan point. I was happy to pedal along, but the guys weren't happy about not breaking into a sweat, so Bukit Timah was to be the cheong leg. We finally split and I took R back to Nus along the very pleasant Coronation Road West route that Otterman led me just a few days ago.

Ride over, we hung around the lab and talked somemore while cooling down. Interesting conversation fodder, but unfortunately, I undid all that 'hard' work by downing a pint of ice cold Irish stout post ride, as well as munch on kachang and later in the night, shared a cup noodle with R. I'll pay for it later when I can't fit into my outfit for Charlotte's wedding!